Then I, too, with the lark would wing When larks drop downward to the nest, The lark's dear wisdom guideth me, Mary Ainge de Vere [1844 AMID CHANGE, UNCHANGING THE Poet singeth like the bird that sitteth by the rose, While dews are chill, and on the hill the first faint sunbeam glows; While through the buds' thick-folded green the first redrose streak shows, Sing, Poet, sing of Hope and Spring, Still sing beside thy rose! The Poet singeth like the bird that sitteth by the rose, While on the golden summer noon her golden heart o'er flows; And now she waxeth red, now pale, yet ever is the rose, Sing, Poet, sooth of Love and Youth, Still sing beside thy rose! The Poet singeth like the bird that sitteth by the rose, When from the drooping stalk her brief sweet glory earth ward goes, And the red is kindling on the leaf that fadeth from the rose, Sing, Poet, sing, remembering, Still sing beside thy rose! Dora Greenwell [1821-1882] "QUI SAIT AIMER, SAIT MOURIR" "I BURN my soul away!" So spake the Rose, and smiled; "within my cup All day the sunbeams fall in flame, all day They drink my sweetness up!" "I sigh my soul away!" The Lily said; "all night the moonbeams pale Steal round and round me, whispering in their play An all too tender tale!" "I give my soul away!" The Violet said; "the West wind wanders on, The North wind comes; I know not what they say, And yet my soul is gone!" Oh, Poet, burn away Thy fervent soul! fond Lover at the feet Dora Greenwell [1821-1882] TO THE POETS BARDS of Passion and of Mirth, Thus ye live on high, and then Bards of Passion and of Mirth, Double-lived in regions new! John Keats [1795-1821] THE PROGRESS OF POESY A PINDARIC ODE AWAKE, Æolian lyre, awake, And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. A thousand rills their mazy progress take: The laughing flowers, that round them blow,) Now the rich stream of music winds along Deep, majestic, smooth and strong, Through verdant vales, and Ceres' golden reign: Now rolling down the steep amain, The rocks and nodding groves rebellow to the roar. O Sovereign of the willing soul, And frantic Passions hear thy soft control. On Thracia's hills the Lord of War Has curbed the fury of his car, And dropped his thirsty lance at thy command. Of Jove, thy magic lulls the feathered king Thee the voice, the dance, obey, Tempered to thy warbled lay. O'er Idalia's velvet-green The rosy-crowned Loves are seen On Cytherea's day, With antic Sports, and blue-eyed Pleasures, Now pursuing, now retreating, Now in circling troops they meet: To brisk notes in cadence beating, Glance their many-twinkling feet. Slow melting strains their Queen's approach declare: O'er her warm cheek and rising bosom move The bloom of young Desire and purple light of Love. Man's feeble race what ills await! Labor, and Penury, the racks of Pain, Disease, and Sorrow's weeping train, And Death, sad refuge from the storms of fate! The fond complaint, my song, disprove, And justify the laws of Jove. Say, has he given in vain the heavenly Muse? Night, and all her sickly dews, Her specters wan, and birds of boding cry, He gives to range the dreary sky: Till down the eastern cliffs afar Hyperion's march they spy, and glittering shafts of war. In climes beyond the solar road, Where shaggy forms o'er ice-built mountains roam, The Muse has broke the twilight gloom To cheer the shivering native's dull abode. And oft, beneath the odorous shade Of Chili's boundless forests laid, She deigns to hear the savage youth repeat In loose numbers wildly sweet Their feather-cinctured chiefs, and dusky loves. Glory pursue and generous Shame, The unconquerable Mind, and Freedom's holy flame. Woods, that wave o'er Delphi's steep, Isles, that crown the Ægean deep, Or where Mæander's amber waves How do your tuneful echoes languish, Left their Parnassus for the Latian plains. In thy green lap was Nature's darling laid, To him the mighty mother did unveil Stretched forth his little arms, and smiled. This pencil take (she said), whose colors clear Richly paint the vernal year: Thine too these golden keys, immortal boy! This can unlock the gates of joy; |